IRLF 


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r"PO  those  Noble  Men  and  Women  whose  efforts  were 
A     responsible  for  the  saving  of  the  Redwood  Forest 
this  work  is  respectfully  dedicated. 


Copyright,  1919 
By  the  Author 


Hillis-Murgotten  Company 
San  Jose,  California 


CAST  OF  PLAYERS 

THE  PROLOGUE  FRANK  TOWNER 

THE  BIRD  VOICES  CHARLES  KELLOGG 

EPISODE  ONE 
"THE  AWAKENING" 

(Dance  Pantomine) 

Created  by  the  Anita  Peters  Wright  Dancers 
Erna  Halbe  (the  Fawn)  Lenore  Peters    (Lyria) 

Nymphs,  Dryads,  etc. 

Duane  Thompson  Patsy  Reynolds 

Helen  Gilmour  Anne  Johnston 

Ruthelme  Stevens  Hazel  Messersmith 

Louise  Perkins  Marvel  Ladd 

Jean  Sexton  Ilene  Seike 

Virginia  Russ  Lucille  Byrne 

Blanch  Sylva  Ruby  Erickson 

Genevieve  DeVall  Muriel   Stryker 

VOCALISTS — Roberta  Terry,  Lyric  Soprano 

Mrs.  Nye  Farley,  Coloratura  Soprano 

EPISODE  TWO 

"THE  SOWING" 
(Cantata) 

THE  SOWER Mrs.  Olga  Braslan,  Dramatic  Soprano 

Mr.  Amos  Williams,  Tenor 

SOPRANOS 

Mrs.  Olga  Braslan  Mrs.   Ida  Rasinussen 

Miss  Tecla  Pieper  Mrs.  LeRoy  Brant 

Mrs.  Dorothy  Rockwell  Mrs.  Frank  Towner 

Mrs.  Henry  Murgotten  Mrs.  P.  L.  Wise 

Miss  Cecil  Freeman  Miss  Johanna  Graun 

Miss  Gladys  Freeman  Miss  Roberta  Terry 

Miss  Lillian  Pfeffer  Miss  Margaret  Benning; 

Mrs.  Sue  J.  Seybolt  Miss  Julia  Holdridge 

Miss  Helen  Crane  Miss  Ida  Atlas 

Mrs.  Nye  Farley  Miss  Mildred  S tombs 

Miss  Maude  Neison  Miss  Ruth  Murphy 


Aif^  J2  O#"~>-  ^ 

-'  D  ?;  y«  Y 


THE    PLAYERS 
ALTOS 

Mrs.  C.  D.  Jewell  Miss  lone  Burgess 

Mrs.  Oliver  Blanchard  Miss  Ray  Newman 

Mrs.  Bess  Baker  Richards  Miss  Marie  Paige 

Mrs.  T.  J.  Knutsen  Miss  Esther  Greenleaf 

Mrs.  Ida  Paulson  Miss  Elizabeth  Kennedy 
Mrs.  Edith  Calles 

TENORS 

Mr.  Stanley  Eganse  Mr.  Willard  Bonner 

Mr.  Amos  Williams  Mr.  Richard  Wright 

Mr.  Henry  Murgotten  Mr.  F.  E.  Schloegel 

Mr.  Philip  Wise  Mr.  Albert  Thompson 

Mr.  Malcolm  Clark  Mr.  I.  T.  Bridges 
Mr.  Charles  Argall 

BASSOS 

Mr.  Frank  Towner  Mr.  Claude  Argall 

Mr.  Oliver  Blanchard  Mr.  D.  C.  Bailey 

Mr.  LeRoy  Brant  Mr.  Edmund  Cykler 

Mr.  Marsden  Argall  Mr.  Shirley  Tremaine 

Mr.  Clarence  Argall  Mr.  Donald  Fillmore 

EPISODE  THREE 

(Grand  Opera) 
THE  SOUL  OF  SEQUOIA 

WAONA Miss  Margherita  Brendell,    Contralto 

SEQUOIA Stanley    Eganse,    Tenor 

FATHER  SEPPA  Claude  Argall,  Baritone 

THE  PADRES Charles  Argall,  Clarence  Argall,  Marsden 

Argall. 
The  Indian  Braves,  The  Indian  Women,  Neophytes,  etc. 

INTERLUDE— "Copa  de  Ora" Miss  Helen  Carlton  Crane 

EPISODE  FOUR 

(A  Drama) 
THE  SAVING  OF  THE  TREES 

BRUNDEL  Marsden  Argall,  Baritone 

HAMEL  Claude  Argall,  Baritone 

IVERS   Clarence  Argall,   Tenor 

GIRT  Charles  Argall,  Tenor 


THE    PLAYERS 

THE  SOUL  OF  MAN CHARLES   KELLOGG 

THE  SPIRIT  OF  NATURE Agnes  Burchard 

FINALE 
Woodland  Rapture.... Miss  Phoebe  Lorraine  Harvey,  Contralto 

The  Hymn  to  the  Sequoia Miss  Margaret  Harvey,  Soprano 

With  Full  Cast  and  Audience. 
ORCHESTRA  FOR  "THE  SOUL  OF  SEQUOIA*' 

CONCERT  MASTER NICALO  DE  LORENZO 

1st  Violins:  Oboe: 

Benj.  King  c>  Lombardo 

Louis  Cavala  Clarinets: 

F.  Schubert  T.  O'Brien 

2nd  Violins:  c   F.  Maingueneau 

Sam  Addotto  Pompf*- 

v.Pj  D'  Durling  G   HS  Thomson 

Marjory  Fisher  C«  R  Duncan 

Marian  Mahauma  Horns: 

Violoncellos:  A-  L-  Cilliman 

Jan.  Kalas  A-  B-  Jamison 

F.  M.  Jordan  Trombone: 

Basso:  P.  J.  Leslie 

Otto  Miller  Timpani  and  Drums: 

Flute:  Piano: 

W.  Higgins  O.  E.  Hart 

FOREST  PLAY  ORGANIZATION 

MANAGING   DIRECTOR DON  W.   RICHARDS 

MUSICAL  DIRECTOR THOMAS  V.  GATOR 

FINANCIAL  DIRECTOR ALEXANDER  P.  MURGOTTEN 

DANCE  DIRECTOR ANITA  PETERS  WRIGHT 

STAGE  DIRECTOR DR.  SAMUEL  STAUB 

COSTUME  DIRECTOR MRS.  A.  L.  HURFF 

COMMUNITY  CAMP  DIRECTOR T.  D.  ANDERSON 

TRANSPORTATION  DIRECTOR MALCOME  CLARK 

MASTER  OF  LIGHTING M.  B.  CHARLES 

ADVISORY  COMMITTEE 

ANDREW  P.  HILL President  Sempervirens  Club 

JUDGE  JOHN  E.  RICHARDS Board  of  Directors 

SENATOR  HERBERT  JONES Board  of  Directors 

JUDGE  ISAIAH  HARTMANN Board  of  Directors 

W.  R.  FLINT Board  of  Directors 


THE    MUSIC 

1.  Overture.  12.  The  Hunter's  Song. 

2.  Dance  Frolic.  13.  Oh,  Heart  Bereft. 

3.  Dance  of  Nature.  14.  Dominus    Misericordiae. 

4.  Pan's  Melody.  15.  Sequoia  Sleeps. 
6.  Finale.  16.  Recitative. 

6.  The  Proclamation.  17.  Finale. 

7.  The  First  Dawn.  18.  Interlude,  "Copa  de  Ora". 

8.  The   Sowing.  19.  The   Song  of  the  Woods- 

9.  Finale.  men. 

10.  The  Red  Fawn  Drinks.  20.  Woodland  Rapture. 

11.  Sequoia's  Wooing.  21.  Hymn  to  Sequoia. 

SYNOPSIS  OF  THE  MUSIC 

By  Thomas  Vincent  Cator. 

The  music  to  Episode  I,  which  is  in  reality  a  short  "Scene 
de  Ballet",  is,  in  its  opening  theme,  written  in  confromity 
with  the  idea  exprest  in  Mr.  Richards'  book,  intended  to  por 
tray  the  awakening  of  life  in  the  great  forests  during  the  per 
iod  of  their  first  growth  "when  time  was  young". 

Into  this  scene  is  woven  the  mysticism  of  the  "Pipes  of 
Pan"  (played  by  the  oboe),  the  melody  of  the  forest  maidens, 
and  the  frolicsome  dances  of  the  nymphs. 

Episode  II,  the  Cantata,  opens  with  a  flourish  of  brass,  in 
dicative  of  the  command  of  the  Master  to  "sow  and  nurture" 
the  seeds  of  the  giant  Sequoias.  This  mood  is  retained 
throughout,  in  conformity  with  the  text. 

The  Indian  Opera,  "The  Soul  of  Sequoia",  is  an  innova 
tion  in  the  way  of  out-of-door  productions. 

In  this  it  has  been  my  endeavor  to  create  the  atmopshere 
and  mood  of  the  Indian,  without  borrowing  actual  Indian 
themes. 

The  rhythm  of  the  first  melody,  "The  Red  Fawn  Drinks  at 
the  Stream",  has  never,  to  my  knowledge,  been  used  before. 

The  "Dominus  Misericordiae",  used  in  this  one-act  opera, 
is  an  original  setting  and  is  in  contrast  to  the  Indian  forms 
of  expression,  besides  creating  early  California  coloring. 

The  last  Episode  has  several  incidental  musical  numbers, 
and  the  "Hymn  to  the  Sequoia",'  at  the  very  end,  is  intended 
as  a  final  tribute  to  the  great  trees. 


THOMAS    VINCENT    CATOR 
COMPOSER 


DON    W.    RICHARDS 
AUTHOR 


THE  SOUL  OF  SEQUOIA 

FOREWORD 

THROUGH  countless  ages  these  redwood  trees  have  stood, 
sublime,  magnificent,  their  utmost  branches    sweeping 
the  very  sky,  their  feet  carpeted  by  the  virgin  soil  from 
which  in  long  dead  centuries  they  sprang.    They  rise  like  pil 
lars  of  a  majestic  temple,  dedicated  to  the  worship  of  their1 
Creator;  a  sacred  grove,  where  mortals    may,  with   reverend 
hearts,  draw  near  to  the  Father  of  the  Forest. 

So  we  came  wandering  here  in  these  Cathedral  aisles,  ad 
venturing,  seeking  the  Spirit  of  Romance,  with  wistful  ear1 
striving  to  catch  the  echo  of  some  mystic  melody  from  out  the 
past.  Here  in  this  peaceful  spot  where  dreams  are  born,\ 
strange  fancies  hovered  to  us.  It  seemed  as  if  the  spirit  of 
the  woodland  whispered  tales  of  immemorial  lore.  Perhaps 
it  was  the  west  wind  sighing  low  in  the  branches,  the  stream 
weeping  for  days  that  are  gone,  the  rustle  of  wood-folk  in  the 
thicket,  but  we  heard — 

We  shall  try  to  lift  the  curtain  for  you,  to  people  the  wood 
land  with  nymphs  and  elves,  to  wake  the  Wild  God  and  draw 
from  him  the  etherial  strains  that  piped  the  dancers  to  Sylvan 
revelry.  For  you  we  have  envoked  the  elements  to  reveal' 
that  solemn  festival,  the  Ritual  of  the  Sowers.  From  her 
long  sleep  Waona  comes  with  Sequoia,  her  brave  lover,  her 
voice  thrills  through  the  forest  but  dies  away  in  sadness  o'er 
Sequoia's  slain  body.  The  Padres,  entoning  the  Miserecordae, 
enter  in  time  to  save  the  Indian  Maid  from  self-inflicted  death. 
And  last  Brundel,  the  woodsman  meets  his  master,  the  destroy 
ing  axe  is  broken  and  the  forest  is  preserved  for  ages  yet  un 
born.  The  spirits  of  the  Forest  gather  to  pay  homage  to  the 
trees,  in  song  and  dancing  to  rejoice  in  their  delivery  from 
destruction. 

The  Forest  Play  is  before  you.  However  poor  our  efforts 
we  know  that  in  one  thing  we  have  not  failed.  We  have  lured 
you  to  the  Forest.  Our  task  is  accomplished  and  our  aim. 
achieved.  Welcome! 

DON  W.  RICHARDS. 


THE  SOUL  OF  SEQUOIA 

A  Forest  Play 
Book  and  Lyrics —  Music — 

DON  W.  RICHARDS  THOMAS  VINCENT  CAT  OR 

Produced  by  the  Sempervirens  Club  of  California. 
California  Redwood  Park 
September  6th, 

1919. 

Time  A  summer  night 

Scene  A  glade  in  the  Redwood  Forest 

At  either  side  of  the  glade  stands  a  giant  Sequoia. 
In  the  center  background  rises  the  Cathedral  Group  of  Red 
woods; 

About  their  feet  are  the  shrubs  and  vines  of  the  forest. 
Dusk  has  fallen.      The  faint  light  of  the  stars  dimly  suffuses 
the  woodland. 

Soft  music  plays,  like  a  whisper  of  the    west  wind    through 
the  branches.     It  dies  away. 

A  figure  appears  at  the  foot  of  the  foremost  tree.    He  speaks 
the  Invocation. 

INVOCATION. 

God  of  the  Forest  we  attend  thee. 

Thine  altar  waits,  descend  upon  us 

And  accept  our  sacrifice — the  hearts  of  men 

Await  thy  coming.    Bend  low,  Spirit  of  Peace 

We  suppliant  stand  in  thy  Cathedral. 

PROLOGUE. 
Silence  o'er  all. 

The  Spirit  of  the  Night 

Enfolds  the  woodland  in  her  dusky  cloak 
The  moon  lies  slumbering  in  her  azure  bed 
And  all  the  stars  are  blinking  drowsily 
The  old  earth  sleeps,  and  mortals  lie  a'dream 
While  spirits  creep  from  out  their  mossy  nooks 


THE    SOUL    OF    SEQUOTA 

Rise  gleaming  from  the  depths  of  woodland  Pools 
Or  wing  their  way  upon  the  moonbeams  path 
To  gather  in  the  dells  and  dance  again 
As  in  the  wild  free  days  when  Time  was  young. 
When  Time  was  young. 

Ah,  Mortals  in  thy  dreams 

Cast  off  the  man-made  bonds  that  bind  thee  fast 
Which  chain  thee  to  the  sordid  strife  of  day 
Unloose  thy  thots  and  bid  them  wing  afar 
Into  the  mystic  realms  where  Fancy  dwells 
Into  the  forest  depths  where  sprites  and  elves 
Flit  through  the  shadows  of  the  Summer  Night 
Where  nymphs  and  dryads  roam  and  ribald  Pan 
Still  plays  upon  his  pipes  and  weaves  his  spell 
As  in  the  wild  free  days  when  Time  was  young. 

Now  nymphs  awake, 

Pan  is  not  dead, 

Though  all  his  priests  and  acolytes 
Are  long  since  fled. 
Pour  out  the  sacrificial  wine 
Those  ruddy  drops  of  muscadine 
With  mirth  and  laughter,  joyous  shout 
Let  nymphs  and  dryads  join  the  rout 
With  vine  and  ivy  deck  thy  head 
To  frolic  ere  the  night  is  sped 
While  mystic  rite  of  pipe  and  dance 
Call  forth  the  spirit  of  Romance 
And  wake  the  Wild  God  from  his  dream 
Beside  the  purple  shadowed  stream. 

END  OF  THE  PROLOGUE. 
The  figure  vanishes. 

EPISODE  ONE 

With  the  rising  of  the  moon  the  light  has  increased. 
Wild  deer  are  discovered  in  the  glade. 
Rabbits  hop  about  unafraid. 


THE    SOUL    OF    SEQUOIA 

A  little  wood  nymph  is  discovered  asleep  at  the  foot  of  the 
Redwood  tree. 

A  voice  is  heard.    It  is  the  Spirit  of  Nature. 

Oh  birdlings  wake,  the  mystic  night  has  come. 
Let  thy  sweet  voices  mingle  in  the  song 
The  symphony  to  charm  the  forest-folk 
And  bring  them  to  this  glade.    Oh,  sing! 

A  tiny  owl  calls.      His  mate  answers.      A  whippoorwill  sings. 

A  loon  responds  from  his  stream  and  gradually  the  voices 

swell  into  a  mighty  chorus. 
They  die  in  the  distance. 

Oh  spirits  of  the  earth,  awake!  awake! 
A  low  murmur  is  heard. 

Oh,  spirits  of  the  wind,  awake  awake. 
The  murmur  increases. 

Oh  water  sprites  arise,  awake!  awake! 
The  ripple  of  waters  joins  the  murmur. 

Ye  nymphs,  ye  dryads,  satyrs,  rise,  awake. 
The  little  nymph  at  the  foot  of  the  tree,  rises,  yawns  and  runs 

into  the  forest. 

Here  and  there  thru  the  trees  flitting  figures  are  seen.     The 
wood-folk  are  assembling. 

Ah,  stirring  life,  responding  to  my  call; 

Creep  forth,  steal  forth,  for  Nature  calls  thee; 

Hear  then  and  obey. 
The  frolic  commences  in  the  glade.    In  couples,  groups,  and 

singly  the  nymphs  gambol  in  the  forest  aisles. 
The  music  develops  into  a  barbaric  melody. 
Suddenly  the  sound  of  pipes  is  heard  above  the  dance  theme. 
The  nymphs  listen  startled;  they  vanish  as  they  recognize  the 

pipes  of  Pan. 

The  Pan  music  grows  louder. 
Pan  enters  playing. 


THE    SOUL    OF    SEQUOIA 

He  is  attended  by  two  satyrs. 

Here  and  there  frightened  nymphs  flit  among  the  trees. 
Pan  laughs,  and  leaning  against  the  central  tree,  plays  a  bar 
baric  melody. 

Lyria,  Daughter  of  the  Dawn,  one  of  the  company  of  wood- 
sprites,  bolder  than  her  sisters,  steals  from  the  thicket, 
lured  by  the  witching  music. 

Nearer  and  nearer  she  ventures,  till  wholly  enraptured  by  the 
master-piper,  she  forgets  her  fear,  and  is  caught  in  the 
mystic  mazes  of  the  dance  with  Pan  the  Wild  God. 

They  dance  together,  advancing,  retreating  until  they  vanish 
in  the  Forest. 

END  OP  EPISODE  ONE. 

EPISODE    TWO 

A  figure  robed  in  white  appears  before  the  central  tree. 
It  is  the  "Sower."    Here  follows  the  ritual  of  the  ''Sowing  of 
the  Seed". 

Behold!  God  Spake, 

And  said  "Let  there  be  light," 

And  there  was  light. 

The  spirits  of  the  darkness  fled; 

The  Sun  burst  forth  in  glory 

At  the  Word.    And  all  the  stars 

Gleamed  forth  in  radiance, 

And  darkness  was  no  more. 

The  "Sower"  advances.  From  the  forest  come  the  emissaries 
of  the  elements. 

In  that  first  dawn, 

The  Creator's  hand 

Sowed  the  seeds  of  life, 

And  man  was  born, 

In  God's  own  likeness  made, 


THE    SOUL    OF    SEQUOIA 

To  rule  the  earth, 

And  all  that  springs  from  it, 

Forever  and  for  aye. 

The  full  chorus  of  voices  takes  up  the  song. 

The  seed  was  sown, 

And  verdure  grew, 

Until  the  hills  and  vales  were  green, 

That  man  might  find  a  carpet  for  his  feet; 

And  shade  to  save  him  from  the  heat  of  day; 

The  trees  sprang  up. 

The  Master  spoke  once  more 

Unto  the  elements, — 

"My  hand  hath  sown  the  seed, 

My  charge  I  give  to  you, 

Nurture  the  seed, 

Protect  it  with  thy  might, 

And  as  I  sowed,  do  thou  perpetuate." 

They  spread  the  seed  o'er  the  earth. 

Then  sow  we  the  seed,  the  seed  of  life, 
Throughout  the  world  at  His  command. 
Then  sow  we  the  seed,  the  seeds  of  all  life 
Which  God  hath  prepared  with  his  own  hand. 

The  sun  shall  warm,  the  dew  shall  quench, 
The  winds  shall  caress  and  naught  shall  destroy. 

Neither  thunder's  might 
Nor  the  lightnings  crash 
Shall  destroy  the  life 
That  God  doth  create. 

Then  sow  we  the  seed,  the  seed  of  life, 
Throughout  the  world  at  His  command — 
Sow  we  the  seed,  the  seed  of  life 
Which  God  hath  prepared  with  his  own  hand. 


THE    SOUL    OF    SEQUOIA 

And  the  hand  of  man  shall  not  destroy 

What  God  doth  create. 

For  lo  he  hath  said,  "What  I  have  made 

Let  man  not  destroy,  for  my  wrath  is  mighty." 

Oh  mighty  tree! 

The  centuries  pass  above  thy  head, 

And  still  thou  dost  stand, 

In  grandeur  and  might 

Till  the  end  of  time; 

Till  the  end  of  the  earth. 

May  thy  life  endure  forever! 

END  OF  EPISODE  Two. 


EPISODE  THREE 

THE  SOUL  OF  SEQUOIA 

A  woman's  voice  is  heard  in  the  Forest. 

The  song  is  an  Indian  melody.      The  singer  is  Waona,  an  In 
dian  maiden. 

THE  RED  FAWN. 

The  red  fawn  drinks  at  the  stream; 

The  eagle  soars  in  the  sky; 

The  wood  dove  croons  in  her  safe  retreat; 

And  a  maiden's  heart  leaps  high. 

And  a  maiden's  heart  leaps  high. 

But  love  like  a  hunter  brave, 

His  arrows  tipped  with  flame, 

Swiftly  steals  through  the  forest  depths, 

And  a  maiden's  heart  must  die. 

Waona  enters,  still  singing. 

But  love  like  a  hunter  brave, 
His  arrows  tipped  with  flame, 
Swiftly  steals  through  the  forest  depths, 


THE    SOUL    OF    SEQUOIA 

And  a  maiden's  heart  must  die. 

And  a  maiden's  heart  must  die. 

Sequoia,  the  brave,  enters  with  his  companions.    He  has  heard 
the  song  of  the  maiden  and  his  heart  is  filled  with  love 
for  her. 
He  sings. 

Down  from  the  mountains  at  dawn  I  came, 

Seeking  the  spotted  deer. 

O'er  hill  and  vale,  while  the  stars  grew  pale, 

The  quarry  sped  in  fear. 

In  tangled  growth  of  the  woodland  trail, 

Where  my  erring  footsteps  strayed, 

I  lost  the  deer,  yes  I  lost  the  deer, 

But  I  found  an  Indian  maid. 
He  wooes  her. 

Waona  come  list  to  my  pleading. 
She  retreats  from  his  advances. 

Nay,  tell  me  not,  tell  me  not  of  your  love. 

Beware  my  heart  beware! 

For  love  lays  his  artful  snare; 

His  thongs  bind  thee  fast, 

Then  thy  freedom  is  past. 

Heart  of  Waona,  beware! 
The  proud  Sequoia,  hurt  by  the  rebuff,  ceases  his  wooing. 

So  maiden,  my  love  is  spurned. 

Sequoia  shall  not  plead  in  vain. 

I  return  once  more  to  the  forest; 

To  the  haunts  of  the  quail  and  the  deer. 

Far  from  the  heart  of  a  maid, 

Who,  with  disdain,  rejects  me. 

Where  the  woods  are  dense, 

And  the  branches  green, 

Where  the  oriole  sings  to  his  mate 

In  the  tree;  Where  the  mountain  brook 

With  it's  silver  sheen 

Flows  downward  and  laughs  on  it*  way 

To  the  sea. 

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THE    SOUL    OF    SEQUOIA 

There  the  woods  are  still 

As  the  white  mists  lift, 

And  the  deer  lurks  far 

In  the  cool  of  the  fern: 

But  rny  bow  is  strong, 

And  my  arrow  iwift, 

And  the  doe  shall  wait 

But  the  buck  shall  not  return. 

Yes  the  doe  shall  wait, 

But  the  buck  shall  not  return. 

He  follows  his  companions  into  the  forest. 
Waona,   too   late,  realizing  her  love  for  Sequoia,  is  touched 
with  sorrow. 

Oh,  heart  bereft,  now  thy  joy  is  sped, 

As  dies  the  song  when  the  bird  has  flown; 

As  droops  the  flower  when  spring  has  fled, 

Dreary  and  lone. 

As  withering  grass  longs  for  the  dew; 
As  parched  earth  yearns  for  the  rain; 
So  doth  my  heart  cry  out  for  you, 

But  all  in  vain. 

Oh,  spring  returns  to  the  earth  once  more. 
The  river  flows  to  the  sea. 
The  dew  descends  to  the  thirsting  flower. 
Return  to  me,  Ah  love,  return  to  me. 

She  sinJcs  down  in  grief.      Far  in  the  distance  it  heard  the 
chant  of  the  approaching  padres. 

THE  MISEBICOBDIAE. 

Thou  knowest,  Lord,  the  weariness  and  sorrow, 
Of  the  sad  heart  that  comes  to  Thee  for  rest 
Cares  of  today,  and  burdens  of  tomorrow, 
Blessings  implored  and  sins  to  be  confessed. 
We  come  before  Thee,  at  Thy  gracious  word, 
And  lay  them  at  thy  feet,  Thou  knowest,  Lord. 


THE    SOUL    OF    SEQUOIA 

The  Indian  woman,  companions  of  Waona  enter. 
They  seat  themselves  about  the  sorrowing  Waona. 

SEQUOIA  SLEEPS. 

Sequoia  sleeps,  Sequoia  sleeps, 
Beneath  the  redwood  tree: 
But  his  spirit  wanders  far, 
Over  the  distant  mountain  peak, 
In  the  path  of  the  evening  star. 

The  elk  still  drinks  at  the  river  brink; 
The  black  bear  roams  afar; 
The  trout  leaps  up  by  the  shore; 
The  eagle  watches  the  forest  trails; 
But  the  hunter  comes  no  more. 

Sequoia  sleeps,  Sequoia  sleeps, 
Beneath  the  redwood  tree: 
But  his  spirit  wanders  far, 
Over  the  distant  mountain  peak, 
In  the  path  of  the  evening  star. 

The  companions  of  Sequoia  enter  bearing  his  body  slain  in 
the  hunt.      They  lay  the  body  at  Waona's  feet. 

She  lift  her  bowed  head  and  sees  her  dead  lover. 
With  a  cry  of  grief  she  throws  herself  upon  him. 

Sequoia!  Sequoia!  awake! 

Surely  thou  art  but  sleeping. 

Oh  speak,  tell  me  once  more  of  your  love. 

One  word,  but  only  one 

To  still  the  aching  of  my  grief  torn  heart. 

Nay,  his  lips  move  not! 

Quietly  the  Padres  enter  and  approach  her,  unseen  by  the  sor 
rowing  maiden. 

Oh,  that  I  should  have  withheld 

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THE    SOUL    OF    SEQUOIA 

The  happiness  he  sought.    Too  late — 
He  is  dead,  he  is  dead! 

But  I,  I,  too  shall  go, 

And  bring  to  him  the  love  he  entreated. 

Sequoia  I  come  to  you. 
She  draws  his  hunting  knife  from  its  sheath  and  raises  it  for 

the  death  stroke. 

Father  Seppa  takes  her  hand  and  the  knife  falls  harmless  to 
the  earth.      He  speaks. 

'Thou  shalt  not  kill,'  so  sayeth  the  Lord,  thy  God. 

Let  no  hand  destroy  what  He  hath  created 

Thy  warrior  is  not  dead.     He  lives 

Where  all  is  peace,  and  God  dwelleth 

With  His  love  and  mercy. 

Come,  child  with  me! 
Follow  thy  lover  to  his  resting  place. 
Forsake  the  mortal;  turn  to  God! 
He  healeth  the  broken  heart. 
And  comforteth  all  who  are  heavy  burdened. 
Come. 

He  draws  her  to  her  feet,  and  the  funeral  cortege  passes  on, 
singing  the  Misericordiae. 

END  OF  EPISODE  THREE. 

INTERLUDE. 
EPISODE  FOUR 

Through  the  forest  come  the  woodsmen. 
They  are  orawny,  rough-visaged  and  uncouth. 
Their  leader,  Brundel,  is  taller  and  rougher  than  the  rest. 
Girt,  Hamel  and  Ivers  are  of  lesser  oreed,  out  hardy  woods 
men  nevertheless. 

BRUNDEL  : 

We  halt  here.    Start  the  blaze. 

Girt's  tongue  is  slathering  like  a  chase-spent  hound. 

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GIET: 

And  like  hound  pack  you've  led  us, 

Through  briar  and  brake,  o'er  hill  and  dale. 

'Tis  no  life  for  a  man. 
BRUNDEL  : 

Fah!  And  you  call  yourselves  woodsmen! 

Now  I,  Brundel,  have  trailed  the  forest 

For  forty  years.    But  I  am  a  woodsman. 

Then  Ho,  for  the  woodsmen! 
(Brundel  sings) 

THE  SONG  OF  THE  WOODSMEN. 

Sung  by  Marsden  Argall. 
HAMEL  : 

Curse  this  woods  running  say  I. 
[VEKS : 

Aye,  what  use  is  it? 
BRUNDEL: 

Dogs  I  called  you  and  dogs  you  are! 

Panting  for  soft  beds,  belike, 

Where  you  can  loll  at  ease. 

Do  I  whimper  on  the  trail? 

GIRT: 

He  who  makes  the  trail  never  whimpers. 

HAMEL: 

That's  God's  truth! 

BRUNDEL  : 

Have  done  with  proverbs. 

Are  you  men  or  fools? 

Here  is  the  forest  and  I've  heard  you  boast, 

That  you  were  very  devils  with  the  axe. 

Weaklings! 

IVERS : 

I'm'  no  weakling.     Brundel,  with  your  mouth 
You  shake  the  trees,  not  with  your  axe. 

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THE    SOUL    OF    SEQUOIA 

BRUNDEL  : 

Hold  your  tongue,  or  I  am  like  to  try 
How  well  you  may  be  shaken  with  my  fist. 
There  stands  the  tree.    We'll  mark  the  trunk 
And  cut  it  down! 

A  moan  is  heard  in  the  forest. 

GIRT: 

Hold,  what  was  that? 

HA  MEL: 

T'was  like  a  voice,  a  moan. 
IVERS : 

I  heard  it,  too. 

BRUNDEL  : 

You  heard  the  wind! 

Come  now  my  babes,  to  work. 

Once  more  the  moan  is  heard. 

GIRT  : 

Again,  it  comes. 

Did  ye  not  hear  it  Brundel? 
BRUNDEL  : 

I  hear  the  wind,  the  brook,  a  squirrel 

Chattering,  like  you  about,  a  moan. 

Bah!     Come  to  it  strike! 
GIRT: 

I'm  through.     I  feel  an  influence  here — 

Some  strange,  invisible  thing;  I  know  not  what. 

I  dare  not  strike. 
HAMEL  : 

I,  too,  I  am  afraid. 
IVERS : 

Yes,  Brundel,  give  it  up. 
BBUNDEL  : 

God  wot,  my  patience  ends. 

With  all  this  woman's  talk. 

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THE    SOUL    OF    SEQUOIA 

Are  you  not  with  me?  then  Beware! 

For  Brundel's  hand  is  heavy  when  it  strikes. 

A  voice  speaks 

Brundel  beware! 
GIRT: 

Hark!     Does  not  some  voice  forbid 

The  felling  of  that  giant  tree? 

'Tis  hallowed  ground,  this  circle  where  we  stand. 
HAMEL: 

Aye.    The  tree's  protected  I  would  say. 
IVEBS : 

I've  heard  of  such  things  from  the  northern  folk. 
BEUNDEL  : 

Then  by  the  Gods,  you'll  need 

Protection,  too. 

He  is  enraged,  and  approaches  Girt  who  gives  ground  before 
him. 

GIRT: 

Hold.    I  have  not  injured  you. 

BRUNDEL: 

Aye,  whine  you  dog. 

A  beating  you  shall  have. 

My  blows  will  speed  your  axe  a  trifle. 

He  strikes  Girt,  who  is  felled  Toy  the  blow. 
Brundel  turns  and  faces  Hamel  and  Ivers. 

BRUNDEL: 

Now,  will  you  swing  your  axe  at  yonder  tree, 
And  leave  this  old  man's  talk  of  fairy  tales 
Till  you  have  done  my  work? 

GIRT: 

Enough,  I  will. 

BRUNDEL  : 

And  you,  Hamel,  Ivers,  do  you  hear? 

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THE    SOUL    OF    SEQUOIA 

BOTH  : 

We  hear,  Oh  Brundel. 

BRUNDEL  : 

Good.    The  first  blow  shall  be  mine. 

The  spirit  of  nature  appears  in  the  tree. 
SPIRIT  : 

Nay,  this  tree  thou  shalt  not  strike. 

Girt,  Hamel  and  Ivers  kneel.      They  see  the  vision  but  Brun 
del  blinded  by  his  brute  nature  cannot  discern. 

BRUNDEL  : 

Shall  not?    Who  says  'shall  not'  'to  Brundel? 

SPIRIT  : 

It  is  forbidden! 

BRUNDEL  : 

Who  forbids? 

SPIRIT  : 

I,  the  Spirit  of  Nature,  speak. 

BRUNDEL  : 

Am  I  a  child  that  spirit  fright  me? 
Strike  I  will. 

IVERS : 

Brundel,  heed  ye,  heed  ye  ere  too  late. 
BRUNDEL  : 

Nay,  I  am  resolved. 

SPIRIT  : 

Rash  destroyer  hear. 

God's  hand  hath  sowed  the  seed, 

In  that  creation  dawn  when  earth  was  born. 

What  God  hath  made,  no  mortal  dares  destroy. 
GIRT:     ( 


'Tis  His  word. 
Do  you  not  see? 


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THE    SOUL    OF    SEQUOIA 

BRUNDEL  : 

Fah,  I  see  an  old  tree  ripe  for  cutting, — 

And  hear  a  voice  that  preaches  and  forbids — 

Care  I  for  that? 
SPIRIT  : 

Then  behold.     Here  is  the  spirit  of  the  tree. 
A  young  nymph  is  seen. 
GIRT: 

Why,  she  is  young! 
HA  MEL  : 

And,  lo,  the  tree  is  old! 
SPIRIT  : 

If  you  should  strike  one  blow  at  this  great  tree 

That  blow  would  strike  this  spirit,  aye,  and  kill. 

Have  pity  then,  rash  mortal  and  desist. 
BRUNDEL  : 

Now  damn  me  for  a  dolt! 

This  trickery  is  conjured  up, 

To  make  a  fool  of  me. 

'Tis  but  a  silly  dream  and  that  I'll  prove. 

A  blow  from  this  keen  axe  will  soon  dispell 

These  vaporings. 

Stand  back,  all  ye  that  value  life. 

When  Brundel  wills — 'tis  done! 

Despite  all  hell. 
GIRT: 

He's  mad,  poor  fool. 

They  drew  into  the  background  and  leave  Brundel  standing 

alone. 

The  Spirit  of  Man  appears  between  Brundel  and  the  tree. 
SPIRIT  : 

Nay.    Not  one  blow. 

He  takes  the  axe  which  Brundel  has  raised. 
BRUNDEL  : 

Unhand  my  axe. 

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ANDREW   P.    HILL 
PRESIDENT 

SEMPERVIRENS   CLUB  OF  CALIFORNIA 


ALEX    P.   MURGOTTEN 

SECRETARY 
SEMPERVIRENS  CLUB  OF  CALIFORNIA 


JUDGE    JOHN   E.   RICHARDS 
WHO   ORIGINATED   THE   FOREST    PLAY    IDEA 


THE    SOUL    OF    SEQUOIA 

SPIRIT  : 

Brundel,  beware!  I  know  you  and  your  kind. 

Strike,  and  you  die. 
BRUNDEL  : 

Hah.     Would'st  fight  me? 
SPIRIT  : 

Fight?    Nay! 

See,  thine  axe  is  splintered  in  my  hands. 

So  would  I  break  thee,  Brundel,  so  beware. 
Brundel  is  helpless  under  the  influence  of  the  spirit. 
BRUNDEL  : 

Who  art  thou,  man  of  mighty  hands? 
SPIRIT  : 

I?     Your  master,  Brundel. 
BRUNDEL  : 

I  know  you  not.    And  yet  I  am  dismayed. 

Who  are  you? 
SPIRIT  : 

I  am  your  soul.     The  soul  of  every  man. 

The  mortal  flesh  may  wither  and  decay 

But  I  Eternal  am.    Old  was  I 

In  that  first  dawn.    Young  will  I  be, 

When  earth  shall  be  no  more. 

And  now  begone!     Your  rude  unhallowed  ways 

Have  fraught  the  forest.     And  when  next  ye  come 

Come  then  in  peace. 

Away! 

Brundel  walks  with  bowed  head  into  the  forest. 
Enter  the  spirits  of  the  woodland.    They  sing  the  hymn  to  the 
Sequoias. 

END  OF  EPISODE  FOUB. 

Enter  the  spirits  of  the  woodland. 

Song,  "Woodland  Rapture",     Phoebe  Lorraine  Harvey   (with 

dancers). 

Hymn  to  the  Sequoias,  Margaret  Harvey. 
END  OF  THE  PLAY. 

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THE  SEMPERVIRENS  CLUB 

OF  CALIFORNIA 

Compiled  by  Alex.  P.  Murgotten,  Secretary. 

This  Club  was  formed  in  the  virgin  forest  of  the  Big  Basin, 
at  what  is  known  as  the  old  Sempervirens  Camp,  by  a  small 
circle  of  nature  lovers  who  were  taken  into  the  Park  by  An 
drew  P.  Hill,  the  artist.  Judge  J.  E.  Richards  having  told  Mr. 
Hill  of  the  existence  of  this  wonderland. 

Professor  Fernow,  of  the  German  Forestry  Service,  came 
to  this  country  at  the  request  of  President  McKinley  to  estab 
lish  the  Forestry  System  of  the  United  States.  This  great 
professor  spent  five  days  in  investigating  the  forests  of  the 
Big  Basin.  He  declared  the  State  of  California  possessed  in 
this  forest  the  most  wonderful  forest  of  the  world.  That  it 
is  the  oldest  and  contained  the  highest  and  some  of  the  larg 
est  trees.  He  said  if  California  knew  what  she  had  in  this 
forest  she  would  make  it  do  for  California  what  the  Cedars  of 
Lebanon  had  done  for  Palestine,  namely,  to  attract  to  her  the 
whole  world. 

After  a  very  hard  fight  before  the  State  Legislature  the 
Club  finally  succeeded  in  having  a  Bill  passed  in  March,  1901, 
setting  aside  $250,000  for  the  purchase  of  this  Grand  Park. 
And  the  greatest  credit  for  the  work  is  due  to  the  present 
President  of  the  Club,  Andrew  P.  Hill,  who  gave  his  entire 
energy  to  accomplish  this  result.  And  many  thousands  men, 
women  and  children  will  bless  him  for  what  he  did. 

The  Club  then  took  up  the  work  of  securing  from  Congress 
all  unlisted  lands  contiguous  to  £ne  Park.  This  fight  lasted 
ten  years;  and  under  the  leadership  of  our  Congressman,  Hon. 

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E.  A.  Hayes,  4000  acres  were  added  to  the  Park,  making  its 
area  over  8000  acres. 

A  State  Forester,  ignorant  of  the  life  of  a  redwood  tree, 
started  a  gigantic  woodyard  in  the  Park,  cutting  thousands 
of  cords  of  wood,  ties  and  posts,  before  it  came  to  the  knowl 
edge  of  President  Hill  and  Secretary  Murgotten,  who  at  once 
took  steps  to  stop  it,  which  they  succeeded  in  doing,  and  also 
succeeded  in  getting  rid  of  the  aforesaid  Forester. 

The  Club  thought  it  would  be  a  good  thing  to  have  a  road 
into  the  Park  by  way  of  the  Saratoga  Summit.  After  nearly 
fourteen  years  battle  with  different  Governors,  an  appropria 
tion  of  $70,000  was  secured  for  the  building  of  this  road.  But 
before  this  sum  could  be  made  available  it  was  necessary  to 
buy  a  large  amount  of  fine  timber  on  the  200  foot  right  of 
way.  The  Club  succeeded  in  getting  its  friends  to  donate 
$7602,  and  the  road  was  built.  So  now  with  the  original  pur 
chase,  donations  by  Congress,  the  right  of  way,  and  the  1400 
acres  just  purchased  by  the  State  we  have  a  Park  approximat 
ing  14,000  acres. 

The  Sempervirens  Club  thinks  it  has  done  for  the  people 
of  today  and  of  coming  generations  a  labor  of  love  which  will 
be  appreciated  more  and  more  as  time  rolls  on. 

Now,  as  a  fitting  climax,  the  Club  presents  to  the  public 
this  beautiful  Forest  Play,  "The  Soul  of  Sequoia",  which  will 
live  in  history  a  monument  to  the  artistic  literary  and  musi 
cal  talents  of  Prof.  Thos.  V.  Cator  and  Mr.  Don  W.  Richards, 
the  composer  and  author  of  the  play. 

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But  the  Club  does  not  forget  those  who  have  assisted  in 
making  the  play  such  a  grand  success,  it  thanks  them  one  and 
all  very  bounteously  for  their  good  work.  The  names  of  the 
participants  can  be  found  on  the  pages  of  this  beautiful  book. 
We  must  not  forget  the  builder  of  "the  City  of  Tents",  Mr.  T. 
D.  Anderson,  who  furnished  all  the  tents  necessary  to  house 
those  taking  part  in  the  play  without  cost  to  the  Club.  The 
lighting  for  the  Play  is  Delco  light  for  which  the  Club  owes 
thanks  to  M.  B.  Charles. 

The  Club  asks  the  co-operation  of  all  nature  lovers  to  as 
sist  it  to  live  up  to  its  motto  "Save  the  Redwoods."  Join  us. 


OFFICERS 

President 
ANDREW  P.  HILL 

Honorary  Presidents 
CHARLES  WESLEY  REED 
MRS.  W.  C.  KENNEDY 

Vice-President 
JUDGE  J.  R.  WELCH 

Secretary-Treasurer 
ALEX.   P.   MURGOTTEN 

Consulting  Attorney 
HERBERT  C.  JONES 

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H.    L.    MIDDLE  TON 
REV.  TIMOTHY  MURPHY, 
MRS.   A.    T.   HERRMANN 
A.  P.  MURGOTTEN 
A.  P.  HILL 

JUDGE  J.  E.  RICHARDS 
HERBERT  C.  JONES 
WM.  R.  FLINT 
DR.  JAS.  B.  BULLITT 
MRS.   S.  A.  JONES 
WM.  T.  JETER 
JUDGE   ISAIAH   HART  MAN 


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